Walk in any bar or cafe with these girls with you, and you are an instant Rock Star. Every eye in the place is on you constantly. This guarantees succ...ss for the Kinjo b*****rs because all the women in the Bar assume they are rich or famous. The Kinjo’s love ‘Hooters’ and American bar and grill that specializes in big boobs and tight shorts on their waitresses. We plan to start our night at Hooters and then move on to the nightclubs. Surfer Girl and Tattoo Chick are sitting with me at a table.. "YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"He quickly calmed down, but was still upset."Big mouth, eh? I better shut you up." He then took out his long, thick cock from his shorts and waved it around in front of her face."Now before hand, let me introduce myself. My names Biggie, for obvious reasons. This is Rod, the beast on your right, and this is Peck, on your left. Who are you, white chocolate?" When she didn't respond, he stated, "Well, Bitch it is. Undress her boys."And they undressed her, even. If you don't pass then he is done with you.You look at the front door and see the drop box sitting next to it. The door is pulled open and the dark opening is staring at you. It is one of those devices similar to the ones at the library. A heavy door with a wide opening. Once you put something inside and close the door it drops down out of reach. There will be no going back once you drop your clothes inside.You lick your dry lips and with a sigh you put the printout into your pocket. You step. All the overnight freight companies had terminals at Morton. Posters, handouts, printed material and things to set up offices could be on their way across the nation in minutes.In the meantime I had other problems to deal with, a new government for Iran to work on, a problem with the Philippines to deal with. They were just a few of the issues on my plate.Everybody was on an adrenaline high on the flight home. Champagne and beer was flowing like water. The White House press pool was tying up.